He never said it outright, but I think he was proud of us for what we did." I know I was," Robbie said softly.I smiled again. "Apparently, Coach Rich ...as quite a few controversial opinions about women, blacks, and stuff. But usually he's smart enough not to air them in public."So what's going to happen to him?" Tami asked, stroking my hair."Probably nothing. After all, we're kids. What do we know?" I could feel Tami shrug."Then what? That's not so bad." Robbie asked."I was on my way to second. I’m 38 year old ... And I’m from Harlow ... I live for good food, and good lovin’, and I’m here to make my man the happiest in the world...”We cut to a wider shot of the shop – noting that the metal shutters at the front have now been pulled down, and watching as the entrance door is locked by a middle-aged, heavyset black man – meaning that we now have the freedom to have as much fun as we like in here without being disturbed.He walks back from the door to the counter where our guest is. “I want to watch the girls tease your nipples with an ice cube, one each, then lick your wet nipples while I do the same to the girls,” Libby murmurs as the girls slide an ice cube over her nipples, one each, before they lick and suck them. “Now I want to watch the girls tease the underside of your cock, then your balls with an ice cube, one each. You like that don’t you. Magnificent, fucking magnificent the way your erection is poking out a right angles to your body. “Do you like the girls icy. You came here to kill someone. What does that make you, Jim? Who the fuck are you? I wasn’t joking. You need to start talking to someone and figure out what’s wrong with you.”“No, Ann, that’s...”His mind racing, Jim felt his palms moisten. Unbidden, memories of when he first received the email from Cort sprang to mind. Anger. That’s what he felt at the time. Anger and rage. That realization shook him. It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t compassion for Ann. It was pure, cold anger. New feelings pushed.